Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 275 Waiting for her to take the initiative
A few close colleagues would occasionally describe Song Zhicheng's strong aura as low pressure and air-conditioning when joking around.But actually?Zhang Jiaoyang took a sneak peek at Song Zhicheng at the desk.

After the glance, Zhang Jiaoyang immediately lowered his head.

She felt that, in fact, compared with the current ones, those in the past were all small cases, ah, small cases.

This is the real release of cold air. The surrounding air seemed to freeze into ice, and she felt that she was about to be unable to breathe.

Zhang Jiaoyang secretly regretted that she shouldn't just take advantage of some convenience and just inquire about the proprietress's information. It's okay now, and the big boss will be upset.

Zhang Jiaoyang wailed inwardly.

Song Zhicheng with a calm face, at this time, those deep black eyes were calm and without any ups and downs. Just a light glance made people tremble.

Cold to the bone.

Zhang Jiaoyang gritted his teeth and said, "Song...President Song, I'm leaving first."

Song Zhicheng opened his mouth and said coldly, "Ancient costume."

Zhang Jiaoyang was taken aback: "Huh?"

Song Zhicheng's expression remained unchanged, and he said again: "Costume drama."

Zhang Jiaoyang was stunned, but now she didn't dare to ask Mr. Song for information anymore. After getting the answer, she just wanted to leave this space full of low pressure immediately.

Trying to stay calm, Zhang Jiaoyang quickly responded to Mr. Song's answer, saying: "Duo Jin is the first time to take on a costume drama, and I am looking forward to her costume appearance. I will always support Duo Jin."

Song Zhicheng hummed lightly.

Zhang Jiaoyang said softly, "President Song, I'm going out."

Song Zhicheng raised his hand.

Zhang Jiaoyang ran away in a hurry, but she was the chief secretary, she handled things calmly, even if she wanted to put oil on her feet, she still left calmly, and even helped her to the door.

No idlers waiting.

Song Zhicheng's face suddenly sank.

When his secretary asked about his wife's latest news, he didn't know very well. The reason why he was able to answer about the costume drama was because Zhou Jia had mentioned it before.

Song Zhicheng rubbed the center of his eyebrows, his black eyes suddenly sank.

He had already promised her that he would never interfere with her career or pry into her privacy... Except that Chen Fang and the others had to report her personal safety and whereabouts to him, he had completely stopped interfering in her affairs.

Therefore, he doesn't know about You Qian's work arrangement at all.

Just imagine, outsiders think that he and her are an intimate couple, but in reality?
They are not justified.

Outsiders like Zhang Jiaoyang thought he was her husband and must know her schedule, but in reality?

He doesn't know at all.

What he knows is not even as much as others.

Song Zhicheng's chest suddenly rose into a rage, and he suppressed it only after holding back.

So, if he didn't ask, would she never take the initiative to tell herself about her?

Even this time, when he was about to leave for half a month, You Qian didn't even say hello to him, she simply ignored herself, completely.

Song Zhicheng glanced at the personal mobile phone that was placed aside. It was quiet today and there was no news. When he looked again, there was no message. The corner of his mouth couldn't help but a very faint wry smile.

It cannot be denied that he is still waiting for her call.

Waiting for her to take the initiative to tell herself that she will leave for half a month.The morning passed, and the afternoon was already halfway through. Song Zhicheng didn't wait for You Qian's initiative.

So, does she really not regard herself as her husband?

This realization made the corners of Song Zhicheng's mouth stiffen suddenly, and Jun's face tensed.

After a while, Song Zhicheng buried the emotions in his heart, put on a calm expression again, put his eyes on the screen of the notebook, and concentrated on handling things.

The mobile phone, which was quietly placed aside, suddenly rang.

Song Zhicheng dropped his work abruptly, quickly picked up his phone, and saw that it was just a service message from a telecom provider, and his eyes that lit up suddenly dimmed.

Song Zhicheng pursed his lips and focused again.

This time, it was even more difficult than the previous concentration. Song Zhicheng's dark eyes flickered slightly, and his gracefully curved chin had sharp lines, resolute and cold at the same time.

The corners of the mouth were stiff, and only softened a little when the notebook prompted that there was a new message.

Song Zhicheng connected.

He is the person in charge of an overseas region of the Song Group, and has already made an appointment with Song Zhicheng to communicate.

Returning to his usual indifference, Song Zhicheng looked at the screen with cold eyes, and listened to the other party's words quietly. After about ten minutes, Song Zhicheng said in a steady voice: "Okay, do as you said."

The other party seemed to be approved by Song Zhicheng, very happy, and turned off the video with a smile.

After this, Song Zhicheng's mood gradually stabilized, and he soon devoted himself to work.

In the huge office area, apart from the quiet sound of keyboards and Song Gungun's occasional humming, no other sounds were heard. Song Zhicheng finalized one thing, rubbed the space between his brows, and then lowered his eyes, he found the little guy nestled in his arms , I don’t know when I fell asleep, my small mouth was slightly opened, and my breathing was steady and rhythmic.

Song Zhicheng's eyes were slightly soft, he raised his hand and dialed the inside line, his voice was cold: "Secretary Chen, make me a cup of black coffee and come in."

After receiving the call, Secretary Chen immediately said, "Okay, Mr. Song."

Not long after, Secretary Chen knocked on the door, and Song Zhicheng let go of the authority. After Secretary Chen put down the coffee, he didn't hear other instructions, and immediately exited quietly.

After taking a sip, Song Zhicheng's mind became clearer.

Suddenly, the landline on the table rang.

Song Zhicheng pressed the answer button, and Zhang Jiaoyang's voice came: "Mr. Song, you have a call from Ms. Li Yali. Do you need to answer it for you or refuse?"

Zhang Jiaoyang originally wanted to directly refuse the call from Ms. Li Yali, but he couldn't decide to pay attention, so he decided to ask Song Zhicheng.

Song Zhicheng said coldly: "Reject... Wait, you can come in."

"Okay, Mr. Song." Zhang Jiaoyang listened, and he stopped immediately when he was about to refuse, and quickly transferred Ms. Li Yali's call to Zhicheng Song.

Soon, Li Yali's voice sounded: "Zhicheng, can you hear me?"

Song Zhicheng's face was sullen and he didn't say a word.

After a while, Song Zhicheng said in a cold voice, simply saying, "Say."

Li Yali waited for a while, then opened her mouth and said nervously: "Zhicheng, your father's birthday is today, he said he wanted to see you very much, and he also wanted to see his grandson. Can you promise him?"

Song Zhicheng twitched his lips: "See me?"

In what year would Song Yichang's birthday be so impatient to see him?

Li Yali said eagerly: "Your father has been haggard a lot recently, Zhicheng, you should go and see him, he really misses you..." She wanted to continue talking later, when she suddenly heard Song Zhicheng's cool voice: "No , if I go, he will live one year less."

what?
How does that work?
Li Yali tried her best to persuade: "Zhicheng, although your father and aunt are sorry for you, but he is still your father, you should go and see him, he hasn't seen his newborn grandson yet..."

Song Zhicheng's beautiful eyes were dark.

Li Yali said again, when she heard the beeping voice suddenly, she realized that the other party had hung up, and she was very annoyed for a while.

　Good morning everyone\(^o^)/~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)